A few weeks ago, Pat and I went on a hike in the McDowell Mountain/Sonoran Mountain range. A beautiful 70 degree January day. ahhhhhhhh, the sun! The sun. Even in the desert, he and I are feeling a little pale. It was a good 4-5 mile hike into the range, up a saddle and down again. I think I stopped at every cactus, in awe of how these things can grow so tall and stately. It takes a Saguaro 75 years to grow one arm. There’s something poetic in that, some sort of life lesson about how we first must listen and look before we can reach higher. This was my first outing and exercise since I’ve been sick. Still on the mend, but the fresh air gave my lungs a good cleaning.
The next bunch is from a girls weekend this past weekend. I have a tendency to steal Pat’s girlfriends and make them my own. I did it in college and I’ll do it now, dammit! A couple are his coworkers (Jacki – blondie; and Lindsey – longer brown hair); Gina is Jacki’s roommate. We went to Sedona, drank, sat in the hot tub under the stars, went to a blues club and laughed our asses off. We also got small tattoos. Don’t tell my mother! Wait, I’m seeing her this weekend anyway… oh well. The arrows – one for me and one for Pat – mean we are separate but always going in the same direction, together. How could Mom be mad at that?!
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